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[dailyfalsesymmetry]

day 69

Nice.

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[anincompletelist]

but if you could see us from a distance, you’d know i’ve always been so close to you (E, 10k)

Objectively, standing half-soaked from rainwater with a stitch in his side and an uncomfortable, raging hard-on outside his worst enemy’s door is not Henry’s finest moment. It’s not even on the list.

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or, henry is afflicted with a curse-gone-wrong that stipulates that only his sworn enemy, alex claremont-diaz, can touch him.

#rwrb fic #my fic #ahhhh #i’m not sure whether to apologize or just say hope you enjoy! #🧍🏼‍♀️

[l3viat8an]

Ok so it’s 4 am but I have to send this before I completely forget it in the morning.

So I was reading a fanfic for a totally different fandom and character, when the thought that the scenario in said fix would be perfect for Diavolo struck me. So basically, imagine there’s a court astrologist/fortune teller/divinationist in Diavolo’s circle that tells him his future mate will be a human woman descended from an Angel. He scours the Human Realm looking for this individual, until he finally finds MC and summons her to the devildom. MC is confused and scared at first, but Diavolo gives her the exchange student spiel and all is well, and goes basically the same as the regular OM plot, with the added addition of Diavolo trying desperately to get to know MC while simultaneously not coming off as creepy and scaring her off, while also having to fend off the brothers so they don’t steal his prophesied mate from him without even knowing it.

Anyway, it’s late and I’m half asleep so I can’t tell if this is just a shitty version of fated mates, or if it’s actually any good.

Wait cuz that’d be so cute!!!- in its own way sjsjsj

Diavolo finally finding the human he’s been searching for, for so, so long. Just like the fortuneteller said, a little human descended from an angel and with enough sass power to tame those brothers too- impressive~ definitely a worthy mate~ and so cute too~

Diavolo trying his hardest to have MC fall for him, as fast as he can too!!! Sweet little gifts at their door almost every morning and always trying to spend more time with them then the brothers can. Inviting MC over to the castle for any and every little thing he can think of just to spend more time with them, try charming them and getting to show off his wealth!-

Hell Diavolo would start promising MC the world if they asked, just stay with him a little longer.

Fall for him. Love him. Please, please, please-

He knows it’ll happen. Some day. Fate quite literally said it will- 

But it’s so hard to wait!! MC’s supposed to be his and he sees the others getting closer to MC and it’s so hard not to be jealous- because they’re already his.

#🧍🏼‍♀️ #listen it late so my brain is mushy- #but the idea would be so much fun!! #omfshgsha #ideas for later! #obey me! #obey me diavolo #ro rambles

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[kakejiszkas]

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[fantasydaydreamers]

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[anincompletelist]

HAPPY SUNDAY! :D

and THANK YOU to @kiwiana-writes for the tag as always! i am SO excited for everything you’ve got in the works ;)

usually i post in the late afternoon but i wanted to get a jump on this so i could tag more of you instead of waiting until the last minute!! (tags below the cut!)

full disclosure: this is not at ALL six or seven sentences hskshdk. but i wrote this scene that i’ve been struggling with for WEEKS for bridesmaids fic yesterday and i adore it? so i wanted to share?? BUT i put a cut so it won’t clog up your dashes 🫶🏼

i hope you’re all doing well and having a wonderful sunday so far! :D

xx

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For the briefest of moments, Henry considers it. Considers leaning forward and kissing him, tasting the remnants of Fideuà and fine wine on his lips. Considers cradling Alex’s face in his hands and stroking his thumbs over those pretty, high cheekbones, laying his fingers on summer-flushed, freckled soft skin. Considers giving in, just this once, and finding out what it’d be like to kiss someone because he wants to and not just because he feels like it might not happen again so he should take whatever he can get.

He glances back up to Alex’s eyes and places a careful hand over his where it’s still gripping at his shoulder and squeezes lightly, a question and a half-composed promise.

Then, before he can make a decision, Alex is barreling into him so hard that Henry bounces off the counter behind him, scrambling to get an arm around Alex’s body. And it’s— he’s crying.

Henry freezes, glancing around hopelessly at the empty kitchen, Ellen and Leo’s fond bickering over the movie and June’s laughter still echoing from the living room.

“Shh,” he placates softly, snapping into motion, one hand on the back of Alex’s head and the other running up and down the length of his back. “Alex, it’s alright.”

Alex only sobs harder, both of his fists now clutching at handfuls of Henry’s shirt at his hips, his tears soaking into Henry’s shoulder where his hand had been moments before. He’s mumbling something but Henry can’t make it out, frantically checking the doorway to make sure that no one walks in and sees them — sees Alex like this.

“Alex, love, what’s wrong?” he says softly, trying to get a hand between them to dry some of the tears on his cheeks.

He shakes his head into Henry’s chest and grips at him more harshly, drawing in a hiccuping breath every few moments in between sobs. Squeezing his own eyes shut, Henry puts his chin on top of his head and hugs him back, swaying them gently side to side until he begins to breathe more normally again.

His hands are shaking as he slowly disentangles his fingers from Henry’s shirt, moving them from his hips up to his chest, pushing back just enough that Henry can see him properly. There are thick tears clinging to his lashes, his lower lip still trembling, and the image sends a flaming dagger straight into Henry’s chest. He decides, with a shocking amount of resolution, that he never wants to see Alex like this ever again.

Tentatively, Henry raises a hand and presses it to his cheek now that he can, swiping at the moisture. “What can I do?”

Strangely blank, Alex’s eyes find his and he blinks, once, and Henry traces a finger over the angry line in his forehead and his furrowed brow until the pressure eases. Alex sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and swallows, his fingers spreading out over Henry’s pulse.

“Por favor no me las quites,” Alex whispers, his voice thin and broken, his eyes stunningly earnest.

Henry swallows dryly. He’s got no idea what that means but it seems important, and Alex is clinging to him like he may dissolve if he lets go. He slides his fingers through Alex’s again until his grip relaxes and meets his eye.

“Okay,” he says. He holds Alex’s hand to his chest and does his best to breathe deeply and evenly, staying perfectly still until Alex’s breathing mimics his own. “Okay, Alex.”

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[travisdermotts]

hold on.

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[ascendingtostardust]

Wait people are like…actually upset?

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[15prime8]

A little gift for one of my favorite artists from this goddamn tumblr

Look I’m sorry, they’re works are amazing😭👍🏼

This moon belongs to @ye-olde-rd 👍🏼❤️

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[electric-ecclectic]

@galactia asked:

Evening was falling, and shadows had begun to curtain the city of Mond, the last vestiges of light blocked by towering stone walls. Despite the encroaching night, lanterns and candles had already begun to light and in the courtyard a bard strummed a tune. Kaeya and Signe walked, hand-in-hand across the stone, on a meandering path home. Perhaps it was his mood, or something about the lilt of the bard's voice, but Kaeya, struck with a spontaneous desire, pulled Signe close to him, "Trust me." He murmured, and swept her into a dance, there in the center of the courtyard. "Relax." He said, softer and close to her ear, and upon seeing the impromptu dance, the bard began to pick up the tempo of their music.

The setting sun set the perfect scene for their unplanned dance, golden hues painting Mondstadt's town square with a soft, warm light. Signe stiffened up just slightly as Kaeya pulled her in, looking over her shoulder almost instinctively to take in her surroundings. The witch was never much of a dancer, or rather, she had never been formally taught; dancing in front of a crowd was hardly something she'd consider naturally. But she barely had time to think with the way the Captain led, sweeping her from one move into the next in an effortless fashion. When he leaned in close, whispering in her ear to relax, she let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, nodding and hold of his hands a bit more deliberately.

The more they danced, the less stiff Signe became, and they seemed to draw more of a crowd with each passing verse. Following Kaeya's lead became second-nature in a matter of minutes. When he pushed, she pulled, and when he raised his arm, her hand held gently in his, she ducked under to spin with a bubbly, lighthearted laugh. The music became livelier, the violin thrummed faster; whatever apprehension Signe had started with was nowhere to be seen, despite their impromptu dance having attracted a sizeable crowd of other Mondstadters dancing alongside them.

All at once, the dance seemed to stop. The bard had a change of mood, it seems, because his violin now played at a much slower pace. She was drawn into Kaeya's lone eye again; a gentle blue, but intense, like the sensation of frost nipping at one's skin, making one shiver just slightly. Signe opened her mouth to say something, wanting to fill the silence, and then all at once her words were caught in her throat. The music, too, seemed to fade away; she could only bear to look at him.

"...Hi," she finally managed.

#ic || the witch is in #galactia #I hope u know I ran to answer this I hope you’re happy #🧍🏼‍♀️